Rush Clockwork Angels- A concept analogy album about a person who gets sucked into organized religion. The Wreckers is about the reality of the situation. What appears to be salvation is in reality pirates. BU2B2 is when he learns TTATT. I always have The Wreckers chorus playing in my head as I pass my old KH. The last song, The Garden brings tears to your eyes.**The Wreckers LyricsThe breaker's war on an unseen shore,In the teeth of a hurricane,Oh, we struggle in vainA hellish night, a ghostly light,Appears through the driving rain,Salvation in the human chain
All I know that sometimes you have to be wary of a miracle too good to be true,All I know is that sometimes the truth is contrary of everything in life you thought you knewAll I know is that sometimes you have to be wary, because sometimes the target is you
Driven to the ground,With that awful soundDrowned by the cheer from the shore,Oh, we wonder what for
The people swarm,through the darkening storm,Gather everything they can score,Turn their backs when there's no more
All I know that sometimes you have to be wary of a miracle too good to be true,All I know is that sometimes the truth is contrary of everything in life you thought you knew,All I know that sometimes you have to be wary of a miracle too good to be true,All I know that sometimes the truth is contrary, because sometimes the target is you.
The brink of war on an unseen shore,In the teeth of an icy grave,In the teeth of an icy grave
Whoah, the human chain leaves a bloody stain,Washed away in the pounding waves,Washed away in the pounding waves
All I know is sometimes you have to be wary of a miracle too good to be true,All I know is that sometimes the truth is contrary of all the things in life you thought you knew,All I know is that sometimes you have to be wary, because sometimes the target is you.
All I know is that memory can be too much to carry,striking out like a bull from a balloon,All I know is that sometimes the truth is contrary of everything in life you thought you knew.
BU2B2 Lyrics
I was brought up to believe
Belief has failed me now
The bright glow of optimism
Abandoned me somehow
Belief has failed me now
Life goes from bad to worse
No philosophy consoles me
In a clockwork universe
Life goes from bad to worse
I still choose to live
Find a measure of love and laughter
And another measure to give
I still choose to live
And give, even while I grieve
Though the balance tilts against me
I was brought up to believe